Robust

“Chaery, you know I love you right?”

“Mhm.”

“And you know I spent two hours on this, right?”

“Yep!”

“And you still wanna do this?”

“We can always have it replaced, love. Seven day refund, remember?”

She says it like she’ll be the one explaining why you’re returning a defective table you bought not even twenty four hours ago because your wife had the brilliant idea of fucking you on top of it.

Let’s rewind a bit.

After the trial run as you’ve dubbed it, it’s somehow become a weekly thing for the both of you to re-enact some sort of scene from the world of pornography.

One week she was a cowgirl saving you from a gunfight (shootouts from movies played on your TV). The other you were a doctor diagnosing her with a made up virus with the only cure being your cum (you shouldn’t have left your books scattered around). Just last week you two decided to try the infamous I’m stuck trope using your laundry machine.

You’re not complaining; if anything you’re thankful, hell, overjoyed this is happening. Your sex life has never been better, Friday nights are now an even more anticipated day. Aside from the bi-weekly payroll your bank account is receiving, Chaeryeong is also taking your cock while being some sort of whatever the role demanded of her.

And while this was an odd way to test out your new furniture’s durability, you’ll do anything for your wife.

Which is how you ended up flat on your back on top of the brand new dining table you had bought, screaming about—

“Help,” you call out lazily, flailing your arms up in the air and looking around your room. Chaeryeong was nowhere in sight, telling you that she needed to change upstairs. Only telling you to begin the act with a text on your phone. And you do, continuing your enthusiastic cries for help.

Your pocket buzzes again. A quick peek greets you to another text.

Wife <3:Love.

And that was enough to tell you to start trying now or else she’ll get all mad and pouty at you for not playing along.

You sigh.

You:
Fineeeeee

A good minute of screaming along the lines of please help, I’m drowning you hear the clack of heels coming down the staircase. A quick turn of your head towards the sound makes your jaw drop.

Thighs.

Pale, meaty, head crushing thighs. You can almost pass them off as earmuffs. Every step makes them ripple, and you’re no longer miffed at her antics. It had you in such a headlock that you nearly missed the midriff swaying in front of you, getting closer and closer until you can smell her perfume.

That musky vanilla that’s never failed to get you outright feral.

“What’s this?” Her hands brush along your legs, up to your chest. “A survivor?”

Right, you were role playing. You look up to her face, all smiles hiding the perverted thoughts you know she’s having right now. She couldn’t not be, when she’s all dolled up for you and her fingers are caressing your chest.

“Y-Yeah,” you utter, completely captivated by Chaeryeong. It wasn’t like she was wearing anything flashy. A cropped sweater and a pair of shorts riding up her waist. Added in a pair of thigh straps that you are dying to get your hands on. But there’s something so sexy about it, about how she holds herself that makes the entire thing stick out and brick your brain.

She sits down on the edge of the table, her thigh right next to your face. And you swear to god, that made them fuller than they should’ve been. “Aren’t you a cutie,” she flatters, your fingers moving up to cup your cheeks, turning you away from her meaty thighs and back up to her gaze. “You need my help, hmm?”

“Uh-huh.” Your brain’s still playing catch up, and she knows it. Giggling and poking your cheek, enjoying every second of your being utterly braindead over her. You shake your head, eyes blinking, remembering that you’re still acting. “I mean, yeah. Our ship got wrecked and I-uh, must’ve gotten knocked out or something. I just woke up in the middle of the ocean and here I am.”

You glance around your living room. Not a body of water in sight. Only the ground, the table, and Chaeryeong.

She grins, moving to straddle you. She leans in dangerously close to your face, and you take a deep breath just to control yourself. “And how do you suppose you want your help?” she asks, poking your nose. She’s laid flat on your chest, doe eyes looking at you. Rolling her hips back, unable to hide your hard on.

“Maybe some uh–” You gulp, licking your lips, attempting to regain some semblance of rational thought. “Some shelter, or food I guess?”

Once again you are reminded why this was a great idea, when Chaeryeong wiggles her ass on your crotch. You tense up, a groan sounding out of you as her hands brace on your chest, pushing herself upright.

“That’ll come with some really hard consequences,” she purrs, grinding harder, her hips hypnotizing you. It’s all you can think of anymore, watching them roll in front of you, right there on your cock. “You think you can handle it?”

“Anything you want, Chaery,” you grit out, hands coming up to hold that waist of hers. Wanting to feel them in your hands as they move. Her own comes down to the hem of your shorts, unfastening the strings and making them come loose.

“Anything I want, huh?” She doesn’t pull them down. Instead she stands up, on top of you. On top the table. Drawing her legs in, one by one, slipping her heels off. She tosses them to the floor, giving you a smirk before she starts up a little show.

Swaying side to side, twirling, dipping down and popping her ass out at you. She immerses herself in it, feeling herself in the dance. You don’t even know if this was still part of the act or not, and at this point you couldn’t care less. Not when the view is breaking your will to think properly again.

You don’t even care that the table hasn’t broken down because of your weight. Or that this whole thing is bordering on a possible accident waiting to happen.

Chaeryeong bites her lip, popping one button off her shorts. And another, until she turns around. She looks back at you and wiggles her eyebrows, a grin forming on her face as she slowly shimmies them down. She takes her time with it, letting the blue lace underneath peek out bit by bit until it finally comes down, kicking the shorts away.

You don’t hear a word she says when she turns around because your thoughts are, for a lack of a simpler way of forming them, all fall in the category of when the fuck did she buy crotchless panties. You don’t even realize she’s pulled your entire lower half of clothing down until you feel her hands stroking your cock.

“Love?” she asks, stopping everything to look at you with concern. “You alright? You were spacing out.”

“I’m okay.” You shake your head, finding Chaeryeong on top of you once more, ready to take you in her dripping cunt. God, she wants this just as much as you do. “I just– wow.”

Chaeryeong giggles, her worry dissipating over knowing that you were simply in awe at her. “Thought it’d be appropriate,” she admits, jerking you off lazily. “With our whole roleplaying thing. Makes it easy to do this–”

Heat engulfs your length, a sigh releasing over her mouth. Stretching her out gradually, inch by inch until you’re sheathed completely inside of her. Chaeryeong lets the moment pass, letting herself adjust to your cock. Her gaze focuses on you, expression full of perverse affection for you. “Hi daddy.”

You chuckle. “Hi princess–” you let out a hiss as she starts to rock her hips, a hand on your chest, another on your knee to steady herself. She was toying with you, taking enjoyment seeing you squirm underneath her because it was such a rarity for her to see it.

Sure, you lose your shit over her every day of the week, especially when she starts with the outfits and the acting and the goddamn perfume of all things. But it normally always ends up with her on her back and getting fucked until she sees stars. And it wasn’t like she doesn’t want it, you know she loves it like that.

So seeing her have fun in taking the reins once in a while brings a smile to your lips. She looks so enraptured over the simplest things, allowing her this. Fucking herself on your cock at her own pace, watching that waist of hers move like she’s dancing.

She’s aware that you’ll take over at some point. You can almost see it in her eyes. The hunger underneath the love, waiting for you to roll her over the table and use her like the good girl she is.

Besides, you’ll do anything for your wife. And if letting her enjoy this means keeping her happy, then you’ll happily let her ride the utter fuck out of you.

Doesn’t mean you can’t have your own fun.

Chaeryeong gasps when you thrust your hips up. “Daddy,” she whines, her rhythm broken by one single motion. “Don’t–Don’t butt in–”

“Why not?” You cut her off with another thrust, one that makes her mewl. “Think you’ve had enough fun.”